King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 512 - 512 508 Pale Feather Demoness

Chapter 512: Chapter 508: Pale Feather Demoness Chapter 512: Chapter 508: Pale Feather Demoness “Use all your strength to attack me.” Muria looked at this super hybrid with five bloodlines, urging him to launch another attack.

From the descriptions and statements of these alchemists, it can be concluded that Shifanlin, who has undergone flesh synthesis surgery, has a true combat power that is not inferior to an actual legend. The reason he appears so weak is because of his overwhelming power; dampening Shifanlin’s abilities, which made him seem so unimpressive.

With the terrifying quantity of one hundred and twenty-eight Soul Intent Circles, fused with divinity, Muria, who has advanced in his soul intent, possesses combat power that almost crushes lower-ranked legends.

Within the dragon race, the best golden and red dragons usually become Legends with forty-five Soul Intent Circles. Those slightly inferior become Legends with forty Soul Intent Circles, creating a threefold gap with Muria.

Even the giant dragons are like this, let alone other creatures. The gap with Muria will only be greater, plus his exclusive weapon and divinity, which are significant enhancements.

“Attack me with all your might, I want to know how strong I am.” Muria looked at Shifanlin, these alchemists must have left controls in his soul to manipulate his actions.

Treating Shifanlin as a complete life entity does not hinder these fellows from enslaving, controlling, and researching him, but he still has his own will.

Hearing Muria’s command, Shifanlin glanced at the alchemists and chose to respond to Muria’s request. A trembling fluctuation appeared between Shifanlin’s horns, a point of black light appeared and then began to absorb all the free elements around it, quickly expanding and spreading.

“Void God Flash! Shadow of Slaughter, stop it, interrupt it now.” Seeing the ability that Shifanlin had activated, more than a dozen of researchers turned pale, revealing panic on their faces. Clearly, they had seen Shifanlin using this ability before.

“Shut up, don’t interrupt him.” Muria shouted at the noisy researchers. After they quieted down, he looked at the black orb between Shifanlin’s horns with interest. He could feel that this attack was powerful but it didn’t make him feel danger. He could take this attack.

“Charge your energy and elevate this attack to the limit you can control.” Muria looked at the slowed Void God Flash and commanded.

“Roar!” Hearing Muria’s somewhat indifferent attitude, Shifanlin roared, his upper body veins popping and his snake-tail was stretched out straight. The brightly colored scales on the snake-tail, mainly black, stood up. The three pairs of black iron wings spread behind him, and the energy-conducting runes engraved on them lit up, drawing elements from the atmosphere and transferred them to the horns on Shifanlin’s head.

Void God Flash!

Amidst the panic of the alchemists and the disinterest in Muria’s eyes, a red-bordered black rainbow shot out from the basketball-sized black sphere between Shifanlin’s horns. It seemed to devour everything, bombarding Muria.

Muria stood still, letting this shocking attack fall on him. He had never felt danger from the beginning to the end. His instincts told him that there was no need to avoid.

In silence, numerous spatial rifts appeared at the spot where the attack landed, then healed and disappeared.

“Not bad!” Muria looked down where the impressive attack had hit his chestplate, from which wisps of white smoke emanated. Then nothing else happened. Muria’s armor didn’t deform or react to high temperatures. Shifanlin’s full-strength attack left only a trace of white smoke, not a single mark.

“This is impossible!” Seeing Muria once again brush off their proudest creation’s strongest attack, leaving him unharmed, some of the alchemists had a breakdown. The weapon they had put their hearts and souls into making couldn’t even break the opponent’s skin; this was just too demoralizing.

“What do you want from me? Do you feel it’s only fair if I’m injured in this attack?” Muria asked, tilting his head.

“Not at all. However, your defensive power is so remarkable that it exceeds what any living being should have. The phantom of the Slaughter Shadow managed to puncture through the body of a legendary sea beast in a single blow, but even that attack was not as powerful as this one.”

“My scales are fused with a set of legendary armor,” Muria nonchalantly spoke. Right now, he did not mind others knowing about this. Given his current strength, no one could forcibly take it away from him. “To truly hurt me, first acquire the ability to break the legendary metal.”

“Legendary metal!” Researchers who were already in astonishment were even more shocked. They looked up at Muria’s mountainous dragon body, their faces expressing awe and surprise, “Exactly how much legendary metal has this dragon noble fused with? How rich is he?”

“It seems this is his most powerful attack, and it’s still not good enough. I’ll find another opportunity to test again,” Muria murmured to himself. He wanted to know his specific combat power, and what kind of position he could hold among Elasia’s legendary rankings.

Although he had just advanced, someone like Shifanlin who relied on his breakthrough and also underwent physical modification at the legendary second rank was no match for him, almost no resistance being possible against him.

“Besides Shifanlin, where is your second synthetic beast?”

“It’s still half-done. Although it has already been manufactured, for some unknown reason, the Pale Feather Demoness has always been unable to wake up, we can’t detect any problems.”

“Take me to have a look!”

“As you wish.”

Soon, in a laboratory, Muria saw the second synthetic beast named Pale Feather Demoness in a nearly twenty-meter-tall crystal cultivation tank. As her name indicated, she was a synthetic beast with female characteristics.

“Are you looking to replicate a nonconforming existence similar to Shifanlin?” Looking at the half-human, half-serpent being in the tank, Muria gave a strange look at the alchemists, “What are you trying to do? Create a synthetic beast that can reproduce like the chimera or the Rakshasa?”

“Yes, Your Grace. A synthetic beast capable of reproduction is the ultimate pursuit of our kind who delve into flesh and blood alchemy. Shadow of Slaughter is so powerful, we don’t want him to be an epilogue, just a history record in books after hundreds and thousands of years. We want to continue his bloodline.

Because the existence of the Shadow of Slaughter is almost irreproducible, and its appearance also involves a certain element of luck, so it’s impossible to produce a second one. Therefore, we can only try to manufacture this one, Pale Feather Demoness, to be the mother of the Shadow of Slaughter’s bloodline.”

“Her serpent tail was also forcibly attached by you, wasn’t it? And those wings behind her, they’re from Shifanlin. You guys sure know how to have fun.” Muria eyed the female synthetic beast that the alchemists had named Pale Feather Demoness. This seemed to be manufactured with a legendary Siren as the main body, which he somewhat remembered.

“Your Grace is indeed insightful. The tail of the Pale Feather Demoness comes from the same mountain-swallowing serpent as the Shadow of Slaughter, and her wings were cultivated with the Shadow of Slaughter’s blood. Similarly, she was injected with the same ancient Bronze Dragon bloodline for balance.” The alchemists detailed the manufacturing process for Muria, hoping to get some enlightenment and help from him.

“I don’t see any problems. Everyone has their own specialty. This is your field, which I have never been involved in.” Muria looked at the Pale Feather Demoness who was full of life, alternating between sinking and floating in the cultivation fluid, as if she were sleeping, indicating his inability to help.

“You all continue your research. Some things can’t be forced, they rely on luck.” After a brief visit to the research island, Muria spread his wings and left.